Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Can,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.